You amble northwestwards to the bright and cheerful living cavern.
"She's a brat, is what she is." Kyer responds as an afterthought, "I mean, I love her and all, but she's definitely one to get herself into more trouble then she can handle." This given as she glances down at the pup at her feet, before she laughs, "Oh she's plenty of things to do. There's always something that needs to be chased, burried or scared away, and she's always willing to help."
"Who is a brat?" Ilesyn's on the ball: the moment she steps into the caverns, she gravitates towards that particular conversation, holding one hand up for a pause as she quickly scurries towards the hearths to pour herself a mug of cider, returning, her hand finally dropping. "Hi."
Kaela comes back from the kitchens, looking faintly disgruntled as she comes back into the living cavern, still holding a mug of klah.
"Hello, Ilesyn!" Osasune calls, waving.
"My pup, Cefi." Kyer comments, grinning. "It's an affectionate term, really. She's not all that bad, quite useful, as a matter of fact." A half replied comment before she glances towards Kaela as she enters, offering the woman a nod and smile. Then it's back to eating her redfruit, timed with itermitent sips of her klah.
Ilesyn's expressions turns - well, yes; a little disappointed - but she keeps the smile on her face more or less present, nodding her head slightly as she slips herself into a seat. "I see," she agrees, quietly.
Kaela makes her way over and has a seat, sipping from her mug as she holds it in both hands.
Osasune waves a little to Kaela, inquiring, "Er... bad day?"
"Not exactly what you were looking for?" Kyer asks of Ilesyn, looking quite amused, "I'm Kyer, by the way. I don't believe we've met one another yet..though I've definitely seen you out and about the Weyr." A hand is proffered across the table as Kyer introduces herself, her klah and redfruit pushed out of the way with her other hand.
Kaela shakes her head and smiles, "Not really. Just had a lot to do today." long legs stretch out in front of her.
Ilesyn admits, somewhat ruefully, "Not quite. I have little-- interest, I suppose, in any form of animal. Although I suppose, considering your description, it shouldn't seem surprising that that's what you were talking about." She extends her own hand, grasping at Kyer's firmly, "Ilesyn, Mindhealer. I'm afraid I'm difficult to miss, sometimes."
Osasune nods to Kaela. "Oh. Me, too." She looks rather tired herself. She glances between Ilesyn and Kyer, forehead wrinkling a little.
"Oh you don't like animals then?" Kyer asks--this time it's her who's disappointed. "That's a shame, really. They can be quite lovely and useful. I know Cefi's saved my life at least three times that I can count." Ilesyn's title though, is what earns a surprised look, "Mindhealer you say? What ever brought you to that craft? It sounds like an interesting one."
Ilesyn wraps her fingers about the rounded surface of her mug, sipping silently at the hot liquid before she proclaims, "I find that beasts of any kind do more harm than good - a certain dependence, although less than that in firelizards." Having made this answer, she adds, a glance going about the table, and then back to Kyer, "Mindhealer, yes - a subcraft of the Healer Hall, though I rather consider us to be quite different. It suited me, therefore I pushed myself in that direction. I find it fascinating."
"And she's very good at it," Osa remarks.
"Hmm." Kyer's first response is, puzzling at best. "You really think there's a dependence on them? How so?" Cefi is glanced at as she sleeps underneath the table, "Or were you saying there's a dependence of the animal on us?" Quite curious, Kyer is, and she follows her words with a sip from her mug of klah, pausing only to grin at Osa, "I'd be willing to bet she is. She seems like she knows her craft."
Kaela smiles a little as she listens to the conversation around her, nursing the warm liquid in her mug.
Ilesyn doesn't quite beam at Osa's comment; instead, she merely smiles, inclining her head. "Thank you, Osa." Kyer focused firmly in her gaze, the Mindhealer explains, "Attachment issues, mostly. I have seen plenty of people who believe that they should talk to their canines, or runners, or whatever, because in their own mind, they have taken on human attributes. It isn't healthy."
Osasune has another sip of her drink, eyebrows going up a little. "How do you feel about fire lizards, Ilesyn?"
"You really think that?" Kyer asks, astonished, "I mean..you..wow." Puzzled to no end, Kyer will sit silent for a moment, before weaving her fingers around the stem of her mug, canting her head ever so slightly before attempting to comment something, only pausing as Osasune questions Ilesyn first. Still, it's a chance for her to listen, and she does; casting a side glance at Kaela as she does so and offering a smile.
Ilesyn doesn't seem surprised by this reaction, although her eyes roll towards the ceiling, and she settles back in her chair with a drop of her shoulders. "I do," she agrees, Kyer's question drawing a nod. "A belief that comes from turns of observation." In response to Osa's question, the Mindhealer grimaces, shaking her head. "Firelizards are downright detrimental to humanity."
"I kind of like them!" Osa chirps.
In an attempt not to sound redundant, Kyer simply nods her head at first, before replying, "I don't know if I can agree with you.. I mean, I've spent so much time with Cefi. She's saved my life so much, it's hard to think of her as bad for me. I doubt I'd be here right now if it weren't for her." A comment that soon has her running a hand through her hair, "And I do admit I talk to her, but only to ask her to do something, or to say something to her." Brows furrow as she puzzles all of this over, only to be taken aback by Illesyn's next comment, "They're detrimental? How so?"
Kaela smiles back after a moment, before shaking her head, not saying a word on her own opinion of fire lizards. After all, the girl has one of her own.
"Oh dear," remarks Ilesyn. "Osa--" she trails off, shaking her head dismally. "Oh dear." Kyer's comments draw further explanation, as she wraps her feet about the rungs of her chair, her cider hovering - safely within her grasp - near her lips. "And if this animal of yours should die, Kyer? You will have placed too much emotional material between you that the bond, once torn, will be painful, you'll end up depressed, and this will have long-reaching implications for your mental health. And that is just one eventuality."
Eonwar ambles in from the inner cavern.
Osasune gets up, trotting toward the serving table. "Well, in theory, it's much worse when a person close to you dies, isn't it? So should we not talk to other people?"
Kyer can't help but grin..even if it does mean she looks rather crazy in doing so. "Cefi," And she makes a point of stressing the name, "And I are..close. I won't deny that fact. But I've been a Herder for nearly most of my life. I'm use to..how things go. You see animals that you care for come and go all the time. And..well Osasune is right." Not that Kyer was trying to be difficult mind you, "Attatchments are what make you a better person. In my opinion at least."
Ilesyn nods, unconcerned. "With people, certainly. Friends are an important part of the balance that each person needs - although romantic links are another thing altogether. Animals, however, are superfluous, and, from my turns of experience," she puts emphasis onto those turns, though her expression doesn't change, "do more harm than good. Firelizards in particular - because their owners tend to get some idea of them having intelligence enough to be useful."
Eonwar trudges into the living cavern looking well and truly beat, but freshly washed as opposed to his earlier appearances. "Osasune, Kyer, people I don't know," he rambles off a broad an general greeting as he fetches himself a cup of klah from the hearth.
Osasune refills her mug, nodding to Eonwar. "Hello again," she says, before glancing back at Ilesyn. "Oh. Why aren't the bonds with animals worth anything?" she inquires, as she heads back toward her seat.
Kaela blinks slowly and looks up, "Hello." She sets the empty mug on a tabletop and stretches out the muscles again, "And I think they are useful enough, if you train them well."
"Huh." Kyer's response is still puzzled, for clearly she is quite that. Brows are knitted together as she glances towards Ilesyn, disrupted only when Eonwar enters and is awarded a wave. "Good day Eonwar, join us?" And then it's back to the conversation at hand, "They do serve purposes, but I won't fight you in your beliefs. You seem..quite adimant about yours. As I am about mine." Amiable grin is then offered towards the woman as Kyer settles back in her seat, resting her hands across her stomach.
"No." Ilesyn's response to Osasune is verbalised without hesitation. "I have no hesitation in admitting that animals serve purposes. However," she continues, without batting an eyebrow, "forming bonds with them is neither healthy, nor advisable." She doesn't return the grin; instead, she inclines her head towards Eonwar, without offering her name in explanation.
Osasune settles into her seat again. "Oh. I'm not sure I understand why you think so."
Eonwar was already headed in that direction when Kyer's invitation comes through, and he waves the mug of klah in her direction just before settling down in an empty seat. "Eonwar," he says as he nods in Ilesyn and Kaela's directions while cupping his mug and sipping at the edge. He's not quite up to his normal speed just now.
Kaela nods, "I'm Kaela, one of the kitchen staff. Pleased to meet you." She smiles a little, then looks at Ilesyn, "Probably safer then forming bonds with people, sometimes."
"How're you Eonwar? You disappeared quickly while we were all outside.. I figured, when I didn't see that llama, that you finally got him back in the stables?" Posed as a question and greeting, Kyer offers the stablehand a slight smile, "And I hope without any more..incidents?" No, she won't stop her gaze from flickering to his shoulder where the llama had left a calling card before.
"Well met," agrees Ilesyn, before she lifts her mug to her lips again, taking another hot mouthful from it. The ceramic object is set back down upon the table, as she folds her hands into her lap. "It's a matter of mental dependence, Osasune. Nothing more." Towards Kaela, she shakes her head. "People at least can offer something in return - it isn't a one way relationship."
Eonwar squints slightly at Kaela as he murmurs, "Hmm, yeah, you look a bit familiar, but I don't wander into the kitchens too often. I get chased by spoon-wielding women when I do." He smiles ruefully as he demonstratively rubs his backside whilst he laughs into his klah mug. "Oh, I had myself a talking to and then had to whip through the rest of my duties without a break, all because of that sharding llama."
"That bad, huh?" Kyer asks, near grinning. "That's why--I've said it before, so I'll say it again--I don't deal with llamas. To stubborn. I'm stubborn enough as it is, and I don't like dealing with anything that's more stubborn than I am." Her klah is pulled back up to her lips as she drains the last of the liquid out, "Besides, they spit far too much, and it's hard to get out of clothing."
Osasune tilts her head to the left. "So if you aren't mentally dependent, it's alright? Good, good."
Eonwar grimaces into his mug of klah and mutters, "Trust me, I won't be dealing with them any more if I don't have to." Ah, but of course he has to, and that's his lot in life. "So, how'd Sarine make out, hmm?"
Eonwar grimaces into his mug of klah and mutters, "Trust me, I won't be dealing with them any more if I don't have to." Ah, but of course he has to, and that's his lot in life. "So, how'd Sarine make out, hmm?"
Kyer laughs, sliding forwards as she places both hands on the table. "I think you've a while more of dealing with those," A simple guess, as is evident by the shrug of her shoulders, "But..you never know. If I'm around though, give me a shout. I'll be glad to do something familiar. Even if it deals with..llamas.." Even if she doesn't sound thrilled about that, "Sarine? Oh she was asked to Stand. Made Candidate after M'ials lifemate Searched her." Standing, Kyer crosses the room to fill her mug with klah, wincing slightly as she tastes it too soon..before heading back to her table and giving Cefi a light nudge with her foot. The pup immediately resettles her head on Kyer's feet, leaving the resident with handy foot-warmers. "Other then that, things've been..calm."
"Mental dependence comes almost naturally, so it's very rarely all right," insists Ilesyn, paying little consequence to Eonwar - though that's more likely to be because she's otherwise occupied, more than any other reason. "Sarine? She--" Ilesyn grimaces. "The /idiots/."
Tarrant reappears from behind the door.
Kaela blinks slowly, and shudders at the mention of standing, her face even getting pale at the thought.
"The idiots?" Osasune repeats, blinking over at Ilesyn.
"Well, good on her, but don't expect to see too much of me while there're candidates around. I swear, that's the only time I really get to relax." Yes, because they do Eonwar's chores for him, therefore he looks forward to these times. "Idiots?" Blinka.
Ilesyn is regarded with a raised brow at her comment, though Kyer makes no attempt to draw herself into that particular comment. She does however, notice Kaela's sudden paling, which is rewarded with concern as Kyer glances towards her. "You okay over there? You're looking squeemish. Are you hungry or something? Kyer even goes so far as to reach for the remaining meatrolls lying infront of her, nudging the tray closer to the kitchen-hand, "Have a meatroll if you want. They're still warm." Eonwar's comment just barely heard, though deserving of a grin, "Speaking of which, how's the wrist? Any better Eonwar?"
Tarrant walks in, nodding to people he recognizes, and even waving at some. The group of you are also given a half-grin and a wave, and he passes between tables to snag a chair, and sit with all of you. "How's everything?" The hunter grins raggedly at Eonwar's comment, and relaxes into his chair.
Ilesyn rolls her eye, sighing most cheerlessly. "For accepting search, of course," is her calm, if somewhat weary response. "There's no truer way to describe them."
Kaela shakes her head a little, smiling wryly, "I just....poor Dima." The girl reaches for a meatroll, though and munches into it, "They did turn out alright, then."
Eonwar's brows arch up toward Tarrant as he says, "Even better now that you and Sarine are candidates." His saucy grin is smothered in his cup as he takes another drink of his klah, then sets it aside to reach for a sweetbread from a basket left on a nearby table. "Oh, the wrists are fine, I soaked them in the bathing pool while I was having my bath."
Osasune blinks a few times more. "B-but... it's considered an honour to be a Candidate."
"Take as many as you want then," Kyer responds, nudging the tray that much closer to Kaela. "I can always get more if I want them." Klah is picked back up, the warm mug cradled between her hands as she lowers her face over the steam, inhaling deeply and offering a slight sigh of content; absently nodding to Eonwar. "Mm..good. Make sure you do that if they act up again. And..stretch 'em. Never hurts to do either, you know." Eyes are at long last slid open as she leans back in her chair, content to allow her back to relax while she performs a mini-stretch. Upon Tarrant's arrival into the Cavern, she gives a half-nod, "Things are well enough I suppose Tarrant, how're they with you?"
Ilesyn snorts, rolling her eyes. "An honour. Yes, an honour to be chosen as another potential hero, another one to be pushed into the frontline of thread, killed off as necessary." If she doesn't respond to Tarrant, it's because, once again, she's involved in what she's saying, and barely has time enough to hook her mug and take a sip, before continuing, "Idiots."
Kaela snags another and nibbles on it as well, before murmuring softly to herself, "If you don't get injured before you even impress."
Tarrant continues the thought to its logical conclusion. "If you Impress at all." And he only nods and beams at Ilesyn.
"Hah, the only thing I've generally got time for stretching is my body and that's on m'cot at night when I go to bed." Of course, Eonwar is totally exaggerating the actual amount of work he does in the Weyr, by far. He goes about gnawing at his sweetbread as he glances from person to person without saying much.
"Well, er, people try not to die. Nobody wants the weyrlings to die," Osasune says, fingers smoothing over the surface of her mug fretfully.
Ilesyn's expression turns positively aghast, at Tarrant's beam. "Fardling idiot," she swears, her head shaking. "You have /no/ idea, do you?" She shakes her head at Osa. "But they do. Why? Because someone has to die. And someone always does. As if anyone in their right mind would say yes to being the frontline, the most likely to die." And with that somewhat peculiar, and inaccurate, thought, the Mindhealer stands, walking purposefully towards the Inner Caverns, still muttering about idiocy beneath her breath.
You amble southeastwards to the darker inner cavern.
Posted by Louise at January 29, 2003 04:34 PM